Chapter Twenty: House Arrest

Before I knew it, we were there.

The loud bang of the door filled the air with palpable anxiety.

Heavy and thick with tension as his echoing footsteps seemed to grow to a peal of thunder against the wooden floors of the cabin. I barely had the chance to swallow my nerves when suddenly; his hands were hoisting me up by my waist.

My fingers dug into his shoulders and without thinking, I straightened my back. I thought it'd be easier for me to get down and make some distance, but I was wrong. Instead, with his hands still holding me up into the air, I was face to face with Morax.

He seemed startled for a second, or maybe it was just my imagination. But I was so close, I heard the way his breath sucked in, and I could see the way his pupils dilated. My blonde hair was cascading all over his shoulders, blending in with his dark locks.

In the time it took me to shudder a breath, he placed me solidly on the ground. My feet welcomed the stable footing.

"We're here." He stated curtly.